exercise

at some dark place in my head, beneath the waves of sound and memories, images and songs, feelings and experiences, lies the truth that I'm so scared to see maybe I should take a look, try to stare for a moment let this rythm cave in and pull at random sth out, or leave it open for seconds and just stop my fingers from censorship. I might need to get pills, alcohol, life, I think I need to let myself go. Birds, butterflies, garden green grass, drugs, my baby, mountains, life, my cousings, him, hands, bed birds, music, head, headache, strong, my uncle, my mom, my uncle, you got to be the best, challenge yourself, ugly, fat, retard... *closing again*